Текст песни: Strange March + перевод

Uh-huh, what we have here

Is a failure to communicate, come on!

Grrr, gimme that bass-line

That bass-line

Put that bass-line in there

With all this killin' goin' on, did I forget to mention how?

We’re strange music bitch, so I got your attention now?

It wasn’t the decade grind that I put in the dented ground

Or the million battle rappers, you seen Wrek’s been tearin' down

I’m marchin' towards domination, you’re Anne Frank

And my etiquette’s Atticus Finch when I mock your patience

I brung the best cess with the excess innovation

For the minimum living the days in such a similar civilization

Fuck a leader, they buyin' followers

Awakin' deities everyday that I write a verse

Livin' with polymers, actors and rock bottomers

I’m here until I hit 88 on barometers

Good Scotts! The plot thickens

To all you bitchin' story tellers, get my Charles Dickens

With all the fixings, wish death to none except the mission

Out of religion still I pray there’s somethin' for forgiveness

Impaired vision

I’m marchin' to the minutes

I’m livin' my life as a resurrection of a Jack the rhythm Ripper

So please carve me in his image

And mark this in the Guinness when I break these hardened critics

You can’t look death in the face if you can’t break the Arkham limits

This is not fair, you claim you want the fame but then you’re not there

So you came to raise, but stopped where and became amazed, how not rare

Preppin' for the Armageddon, tryin' not to skip to Hell

School shocked, went on, and Karma never seemed to fit me well

Snakes in my backyard, ounce on my coffee stand

Go ball, swing that bat, beg for approval stamps

If not, it’s shark tanks and human anchors

Soylent green dreams for fiends

With a side of that Ed factor, when chapters turn, kings will burn

Service watch 'em, blind 'em to the perfect time to steal a turn

They pan flash, while God’s laughin' and the role’s reversed

So «fuck politics» when I flick a match and watch it burn

A scorched Earth

This is my last will and testament

My last hidden messages

We out lived every estimate

Since we’re gone, take the rest of it

And we’ll march on (March on)

March on (March on)

March on (March on)

March on (March on)

And we’ll march on (March on)

March on (March on)

March on (March on)

Left, right

100 Steps to the gallows, knowin' you can’t escape 'em

Bothered hardly, put all of your sorry’s in a sack and save 'em

We the new breed, hardest of the martyrs, call a truce please

Before we sober up, hit Armageddon on a loose leaf

We’re too deep, rockin' a poker face, and so you know to fold

They look at us like suckers, we the lowest, on the totem pole

Might as well cut off his feet, he could never go toe to toe

Evacuate men women and children, I should have sold

(It's the U-B-I)

Know in my soul high society’s controlled by the elitists

To keep an eye on me, with GPS, radio frequency I. D chips

I’m sleepy eye, from secrets they’d been keepin' why I’m sheepish

Design a fetus? Treat my privacy like I don’t need it

Nah, no rhyme or reason, this is survival season

Where you could be tried for treason

Banishment, radicals, bible beatings

Manner-less, surveillance, panoramic scan my wrist

Mannequins, bar coded from government management, fall in

Look here, we all in, everyone is a target

Teetering on insanity, reasonin' with the heartless

Bargainin' with the devil, manipulatin' the circumstances

Easier done, everyone is a worker ant

Certain plans, never see 'em wrench in 'em when will it end

I’m grippin' the wheel of misfortune cousin now let it spin

Get it in, fuckin' that, everybody gets on the house (House)

Tryna shelter up, and put somethin' edible in their mouth

I’m restless, not a ounce of sleep

Tormented by, the sounds of screams

Shepherds rot, breath of God, cascadin' a 1000 feet

From the flamin' bush, they gave me a push

On a top of a mountains peek

To test the bounds of my mortality

Baby boo go, biddy bye-bye

You don’t want pressed

To the crest, my weapons shine

Leave my army to their death

Never let my message die

Step in time, God I miss you

You would hardly recognize me if you saw me

Now my soul burns everyday, I’m sayin' I’m sorry

Now I’m falling

(Grrr!)

This music is too loud, it got me goin' sicko

My enemies is my homies, they got me playin' pickle

Paranoid, so I keep my MW3

That’s the gun I use when I’m killin' on MW3

And I don’t give a fuck, I embrace my main followers

And I pack somethin' that’ll make your chest plate hollower

Hit 'em with the bullets, make 'em Twist like Oliver

I spit sick shit, you couldn’t see me on the monitor

I vomit nigga, maybe I need drugs to survive

Catch me in the club, with a grudge and a 9

Tech N9ne, only cause I love Strange Music

A lot of niggas talk about it, but most of 'em won’t do it

He’s a star, I bring the war, kinda like George Lucas

I’m a germ, I’m a fungus, my nigga I’m a mucus

¡MAYDAY!, ¡MAYDAY!, ¡MAYDAY!

I’m comin' to join ya' homie

With a fat ass, sack and an AK on my back

Let’s get it